Wednesday, April 30, 2008

This sequence plays out every morning (and then there are some others)...

Nyla wakes up grouchy.....

"Mummy, book padao...." "aaaaaaaagh, woh book nahin"

...some more chat later...

"Nyla, I'm not going to talk to you if you behave like this....."

Whack! (hand, arm, book something smites Mom)

"NYLAAAAA, what are you doing? I'm going away"

This is the negotiating table post-that point......

Mom and Dad's most nostalgic moment at age 55 or something when they realize that this cute, nice kid has decided to:

a. take up poetry as major in collegeb. spend time with girl/ boy about the same agec. do recreational marijuana / hashishd. spend more time with her/his guitar/sitar/bharat natyam and not focus on gradese. eye "art of Living" as a career option and not "Trillion Mutual" on Wall Street....